𝐿𝑜𝓃𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝒯𝑜𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇

Chapter 1

My feet traveled along the edge, taking big steps while I was turning on my tippy toes in a rush of euphoria. The alcohol was blurring my mind and my body felt so light as if I was flying, at the same time heavy tempting me to get rid of it. Just one slip and I would fall into the deep darkness of the river rushing by a dozen meters beneath me.

Wouldn't it be terrifying? Fighting on against the flood as my body would be pulled down by the strong arms of gyroscopes. Packing me and pulling me deeper and deeper until my lungs would give up and fill with water till eventually I'd pass away. Still the thought of it left me completely unbothered.  

I stopped spinning even though my vision was still turning so fast that everything was blurred. Or maybe it was just the liquor playing with my brain. I wavered. Trying to keep my body upright but slipped and then I could feel myself trip and fall backwards. I'm falling. I'm... dying.

A pair of hands harshly wrapped around my ankle leaving me hanging down from the bridge like a wet potato sack. "Jeez, you really are lucky!" a man's voice said as I felt myself slowly being pulled back up.

I didn't even dare to look him in the eyes. I couldn't talk, didn't know how to defend myself waiting for the speech that he would hold me for my careless behavior.

"Won't you at least thank me? After all I saved you. Or where you trying to die? In that case my apologizes..." the man said to my surprise. I looked up to see grin form on his face and quickly continued to stare at my shoes. "Thank you, sir..." I mumbled in a monotone voice. It must have almost sounded ironic. 

"Jeez, you better quit calling me sir. I' m not that old! My name is Osamu Dazai" the man laughed and held out his hand for me. I hesitantly took it not sure what he wanted me to do with it. He looked down at me, confused at my confusion, so after a while I let go and awkwardly moved away from him.

"It's late. I'm willing to accompany you for a bit so you won't run into trouble" Dazai offered. "You seem like trouble to me. I think I'm better off on my own" I answered and started to quickly walk away following the sidewalk into a random direction.

I didn't have a clue where I was going but it was fine. If I could shake him off I'd been fine even though I felt like I could feel his gaze burn into my neck. After turning around several times without spotting someone I concluded that my mind was playing tricks on me.

Eventually I reached a parc and decided to just rest there for a while but then exhaustion and alcohol took over my brain and I collapsed into a deep state of sleep.